I wanted to rip off my skin
to cut myself wide open,
headaches and nosebleeds
I was pulling my hair
and biting my lips.
So sick of me
I suffocated.
Hunting, chasing,
bumping my head
on the toilet seat,
do you know what it’s like
looking in the mirror of my own atrocities.

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